By Laremy Lee
Fifty years hence,
the repetition of words run amok
will still reverberate in coffeeshop chatter,
touching us like skeleton fingers
creeping out from beyond his grave:
groping, gripping Chinese whispers.
They will continue arresting us
long after our flights from this necropolis,
to become maids
and foreign workers
in other people’s countries.
First published in Chia, C. and Ip, J., eds. A Luxury We Cannot Afford: An Anthology of Singapore Poetry. Singapore: Math Paper Press, 2014. 105. Print.